Let me tell you what I think

The Cold

A long summer yields balkingly to autumn with the cold making inroads only occasionally and under the cover of darkness as the Sun reclaims its hold on this portion of the Good Earth. The plants defend Her but are destined to recede as their fathers before them, valiantly using all the hues passed down to them until they fall and give rise to the stalwarts of years to come in an unending cycle of seasonal battle. One day the cold will triumph when all life is called home and the eternal void will capture the light of the Sun.